Jiang Deyi could not maintain the forced smile on his face. He could not imagine that the cufflink on Song Xuanhe's sleeve was actually Master Mai Fei'er's cufflink.
Thinking of Song Xuan's half-smile just now, Jiang Deyi clutched the napkin on his lap tightly. He was probably laughing at him for always saying how meaningful the cufflinks were, but in fact he couldn't even see the cufflinks right in front of him.
Xiao Shenglin was unaware of the undercurrents that had occurred before. He walked to the seat reserved for him and sat down. He did not hear anyone talking yet, and he was not embarrassed at all. He smiled gently and said, "Did I remember it wrongly?"
Jiang Deyi's expression changed and he instantly looked at Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe knew what Jiang Deyi was thinking when he saw his expression. In fact, he didn't have any thoughts when he first met Jiang Deyi. After all, whether in the original world or this world, there were so many people who disliked him or whom he disliked. If he had to pay attention to every person he met, he didn't have that much time and energy.
It's just that he didn't intend to provoke Jiang Deyi, but Jiang Deyi took the initiative to provoke him.
When Song Xuanhe heard Jiang Deyi's provocative words, his first reaction was to laugh. Then he wanted to see when Jiang Deyi would notice the cufflinks on his shirt. Unexpectedly, Jiang Deyi had been turning a blind eye to it until Xiao Shenglin reminded him. What was even more ridiculous was that when Xiao Shenglin thought he had admitted his mistake, he still believed it and pinned his hopes on the fact that this cufflink was not Master Mai Fei'er's to get out of the predicament.
Unfortunately, his plan failed.
Song Xuanhe supported his chin with one hand and said with a smirk, "You are not mistaken, this is it."
After hearing Song Xuanhe's admission, everyone's eyes fell on Jiang Deyi. Such a meaningful cufflink, not only had it been in front of him for so long but he didn't recognize it. He even used it to mock Song Xuanhe for collecting it but not using it. Most people here knew what his intention was just now.
Feng Tong saw Song Xuanhe's cufflinks and praised with a smile: "These cufflinks go very well with your shirt."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "Are you bragging about yourself?"
The shirt he wore today was from mentor Feng Tong's brand, but everyone present knew that the cutting and innovative design of this shirt were done independently by Feng Tong, and Feng Tong's teacher did not hide this fact. It was precisely because of this that he was able to emerge so quickly in the design world.
"Of course not." Feng Tong smiled and said, "I'm thanking you for giving me some design inspiration."
"I got a lot of inspiration from this cufflink when I first saw it, so I took a picture of it." Song Xuanhe touched the cufflink and smiled, "Master McPhee's design is very creative. If possible, I really hope to have a chance to visit him. If I discuss with him, maybe I can get more inspiration."
A male designer who had not spoken to Song Xuanhe since he came in looked a little strange when he heard what he said. The person next to him asked, "What's wrong?"
The man did not answer his companion's question, but looked at Song Xuanhe and said, "You don't know?"
If the person who was speaking had not been looking at Song Xuanhe, he would not have known that he was speaking to him. It was just that the sentence made no sense, and even if he knew it was addressed to him, he had no idea what he was asking.
The confusion in Song Xuanhe's eyes was very vivid: "Know what?"
"That cufflink by Master McPhee." The male designer pointed at Song Xuanhe's sleeves and said, "It's a work that Master McPhee has designed for twenty years. Not only that, this cufflink has a very special meaning to him. He once said privately that whoever gets this cufflink can participate in his tea party once."
"As we all know, although Master McPhee is a jewelry designer, his tea party covers almost the entire design industry, from architectural design to garden design. Masters from all walks of life gather at Master McPhee's tea party once a year to exchange ideas and seek inspiration. Of course, masters from the fashion design industry cannot be absent." After explaining, the male designer glanced at Jiang Deyi, who looked very unhappy, and said mockingly: "The significance of this cufflink to Mr. Jiang Deyi is self-evident."
"Master McPhee's tea party?"
Song Xuanhe didn't expect such a pleasant surprise, but when he thought about it, it seemed that there had been some clues before.
When he bought the cufflink, he thought that the price for a cufflink was too high, but he was not short of money, and inspiration was priceless to a designer, including the cufflinks that inspired him. That's why he raised the price all the way to win the bid. Similarly, if Jiang Deyi raised the price to buy the cufflink from him, he naturally would not bid.
For him, spending five hundred thousand to buy a ticket for a gathering of masters was definitely worth it.
Not only Song Xuanhe did not expect this, other people who were not in the jewelry design industry also did not expect this and had not heard of this news. If they knew, they would definitely buy the cufflinks at any price. What you can learn at a tea party with top designers cannot be bought with any amount of money.
However, the cufflink already had an owner, and no matter how much they wanted this opportunity, they couldn't ask for it at this time.
However, everyone also has their own opinions about Jiang Deyi's character. Song Xuanhe's surprised expression just now didn't seem fake, and you could tell at a glance that he really didn't know about it. In fact, although it is not advisable, it cannot be said that Jiang Deyi was morally corrupt for wanting to take advantage of Song Xuanhe without her knowledge. However, it is too despicable to slander others when he cannot get what he wants.
Song Xuanhe broke the silence and thanked sincerely: "I have never heard of this before. It must be inside information. Thank you very much for telling me this."
The male designer shook his head and looked at Song Xuanhe with a gentler expression: "You're welcome."
"Now that the matter has been resolved, let's start eating." Feng Tong said with a smile, "The food will get cold soon."
After the meal, everyone enjoyed themselves greatly, except Jiang Deyi who shamelessly stayed here after being exposed. Feng Tong had a date with Ren Yi after dinner. Although they were reluctant to part, they still left each other's contact information and went their separate ways.
Song Xuanhe, Zhou Nan and Xiao Shenglin were planning to find a bar to relax, so they did not separate. However, they did not expect that halfway through the walk, Jiang Deyi, who had just left from the other side, stopped them.
To be precise, it was in front of Song Xuanhe.
Jiang Deyi said: "Master Song, I want to talk to you."
Song Xuanhe stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"
Jiang Deyi's eyes fell on Song Xuanhe's sleeves. "I am willing to pay 1.2 million to buy this cufflink from Master Mai Fei'er. This is all my savings. I really need the opportunity to attend Master Mai Fei'er's tea party. I know you are not a designer, and Master Mai Fei'er's tea party does not mean much to you, so I hope you can give it to me."
Song Xuanhe always thought that he was thick-skinned enough, and even Zhou Nan and Wei Chen, whom he met, were considered thick-skinned people. But after meeting Jiang Deyi, he really knew what it meant to have a face as thick as a city wall.
I sigh that I am not as good as him.
Song Xuanhe asked: "Do you think I will sell it to you?"
"I think it's a good deal to sell something that's useless to me to someone who needs it." Jiang Deyi said, "Although we had some misunderstandings before, I don't think you should go against money."
Zhou Nan gave a thumbs up: "Talking about money with Song Er, awesome!"
"I don't mind money." Song Xuanhe said, "But I'm not short of money, and I don't like you very much, so I don't plan to sell it to you."
"You should know that I am Hayden Schroeder's man." Jiang Deyi said gloomily: "Although you are in China, the Schroeder family can't reach here, but..."
"But what?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "But you can threaten me?"
"Are you really not worried about the Schroeder family's revenge?"
"He doesn't need to worry." Xiao Shenglin frowned and interrupted Jiang Deyi who was about to speak, with an unpredictable expression: "We have something else to do, please get out of the way."
Seeing Xiao Shenglin speak, Jiang Deyi gritted his teeth and wanted to say something, but finally gave way.
On the way to the parking lot, Song Xuanhe smiled and teased, "This is the first time I see you angry. I thought you wouldn't get angry before."
"Who doesn't get angry?" Xiao Shenglin laughed and said, "I just rarely get angry."
Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Shenglin's expression and frowned slightly: "You seem to be a little bit abnormal today. Normally, you wouldn't get angry when something like this happens."
Xiao Shenglin's smile faded a little. When Zhou Nan heard this, he opened his mouth to speak, and saw someone coming towards him. He couldn't help but poke Song Xuanhe who was looking at Xiao Shenglin, and said in a low voice: "Your man is here."
Song Xuanhe was stunned, turned around and saw Xiao Yuanmu coming towards him.
His eyes swept across Zhou Nan and Xiao Shenglin, and stayed on Xiao Shenglin for a while, then turned to look at Song Xuanhe: "Do you have time? I have something to tell you."
"What's up?"
Xiao Shenglin breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gently, "Since you have something to do, let's get together next time. Zhou Nan and I will leave first."
After Zhou Nan and Xiao Shenglin left, Song Xuanhe walked towards Xiao Yuanmu, stopped in front of him and said, "How did you know I was here? And aren't you very busy recently? How did you have time to come to see me?"
Xiao Yuanmu lowered his eyes to look at him and said calmly: "If I don't come to find you, will you come to find me?"
"I was afraid to disturb you." Song Xuanhe walked side by side with him, and said casually, "You seem to have lost a little weight. Did you stay up late?"
"Um."
"Remember to eat on time." Like a reminder between ordinary friends, Song Xuanhe said: "No matter what, health is the most important."
Looking at the branches decorated with white snow and the dirty road trampled by pedestrians, Xiao Yuanmu grabbed Song Xuanhe's hand and walked towards the deserted path in the alley.
Song Xuanhe let him lead him, and when he saw him pulling him into the path, he didn't ask any more questions. He walked for a while in silence before asking, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Xiao Yuanmu stopped and turned to look at Song Xuanhe. His sight passed over him and fell on the long trail of footprints they had walked on. His clear voice was blown away by the wind, making it hard to understand: "Do you care?"
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